"That's great!" Wall said happily. "It's good that this guy is dead!"
"Yes! It's good that he's dead! It's a pity that he died too late! "
"It's good that he's dead now. It's better to be dead than not to be dead!"
"Yes, you're right! It's better to be dead than not to be dead. " The God of Justice Yorgaardman laughed. Then, his incarnation in the Pantheon temple stood up, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and then shouted in a voice so loud that it was almost deafening. He made sure that every god in the Pantheon temple could hear him clearly.
"Everyone! Let me tell you a piece of good news! "
He paused for a moment, and then his voice became louder. He shouted, "The God of Conspiracy is dead!"
His voice echoed in the Pantheon temple. Apart from that, there was silence.
After a moment, a god stood up and asked, "Are you … joking?"
"How is that possible!" Yorgaardman was angry. "Is my credit that bad? When have I ever joked? "
"But … but … that guy … how could he be dead?"
"He must be dead. I'm sure of it," Yorgaardman said.
"Did you destroy him?"
"No."
"Then, which great Majesty destroyed him?" The god seemed to want to get to the bottom of it.
Yorgaardman frowned again and said impatiently, "Why are you asking this? Don't tell me you still want to avenge him? "
"No!" The god immediately shook his head. "I just … I once made a vow that whoever destroyed that b * stard, I would be willing to become his follower god and work for him …"
Yorgaardman finally understood. He pondered for a moment and said, "That one … He doesn't need any follower god."
"He's not a god, but an ancient demigod, right?"
"… To be honest, it's not good for you to ask about him." Yorgaardman sighed. "Anyway, the God of Conspiracy is dead. He's dead, completely and utterly dead. Whether you have enmity or friendship with him, it's all over now. Even if you have any shady deals with him, just give it up. The existence of the God of Conspiracy has become a concept of the past. "
With that, he sat down and ignored the questions of the gods.
Naturally, the gods could not go to the second row of the Pantheon temple to interrogate him, so they could only discuss with each other. At this time, the few gods who were originally sitting near the God of Conspiracy suddenly became very popular. Many gods asked them what was going on and were even willing to pay some benefits in order to get some information.
It was just that those few gods themselves knew nothing about it, so how could they have any information?
They didn't even know when the God of Conspiracy had fallen, so they really didn't know.
The gods' inquiries were fruitless, so the voices of discussion became louder and louder, gradually surging like a tide in the Pantheon Temple.
Yorgaardman listened to the chatter behind him and felt the countless divine senses shuttling back and forth like a torrent. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper. In the end, he couldn't help but jump up and turn around to shout, "Are you guys so bored? If you're bored, then go and do something serious! Everyone should be happy that the bastard who deserved a knife was dead! Shouldn't you guys celebrate first?! "
He reminded the gods, and many of them came back to their senses after the initial shock, all of them beaming with joy.
Indeed, as the God of Justice said, no matter how the God of Conspiracy had died, the important thing was that he was dead.
He was dead! He was dead!! He was dead!!!
This was simply the best news they had ever heard!
The God of Conspiracy was almost unique in the Pantheon Temple in terms of his poor popularity and bad reputation. When Sui Xiong annihilated the Alliance of Evil Gods, there were many evil gods who felt sorry for him and were worried about him. But the God of Conspiracy was dead. Not only were the good gods overjoyed, but even many evil gods showed sincere smiles.
This matter was really delightful!
More than one god had already issued an oracle, letting his believers celebrate this day as a new festival, and in the future, they would celebrate this day every year. There were also quite a number of Gods who were making preparations to hold a large-scale celebration to celebrate this matter.
In the Void God System, there were also people who made such a proposal.
"Celebration?" Sui Xiong was stunned for a moment and looked at Javier. "Didn't you give up this priesthood and become the God of Pleasure?"
"But when there is something worth celebrating, shouldn't there be a celebration?" Javier asked in reply. "The God of Conspiracy is dead, this is something worth celebrating! What's wrong with holding a celebration? "
Sui Xiong pondered for a moment and found nothing wrong.
The God of Conspiracy was dead. This was, of course, a good thing, a good thing that was worth celebrating!
In this case, it seemed reasonable to hold a celebration.
So he nodded and agreed to this matter.
Anyway, he had too much money to spend. There was nothing wrong with finding an opportunity to hold a big celebration.
So the oracle was quickly issued, and the higher-ups of the Church of Void and the Republic of Northwest who knew the reason for the celebration were all happy. When the news spread among the people, many scholars and clergymen even put on festive costumes and took to the streets to celebrate spontaneously.
Not only that, but after a while, the Republic of Northwest received news from various countries, including the two sides of the tense Commonwealth of Gold Coins.
These news were generally in the following format: So and so, do you know? The evil God of Conspiracy is dead! This is a happy event for all countries and all living creatures in the world! We are very happy today, and you must be very happy too! How about we celebrate together?
As for where this news came from … Javier, the God of Pleasure, said that he did not know anything. Don't look at him, even if you looked at him, he would not say anything …
Even many people who lived in seclusion were alarmed. More than one hermit master left his place of seclusion and came to the human world or other well-informed places to inquire about the news. After confirming the death of the God of Conspiracy, many senior masters could not keep their usual calm and burst into laughter.
"That guy also has such a day!"
"Great! Great! "
"Fate! You have treated me so well that I was able to live to hear this news! "
"I can die without regrets! I can die without regrets! "
…
From these words, it could be seen that all of them had suffered because of the God of Conspiracy, and each of them had a deep hatred for him.
As for the believers of the God of Conspiracy … sorry, those devout believers had died long ago. Although the remaining shallow believers and general believers were a little uneasy because of the God of Conspiracy, most of them were ambitious.
The death of the God of Conspiracy meant that the priesthood of "conspiracy" was vacant.
So, who could guarantee that they would not have the opportunity to inherit this priesthood and become the next God of Conspiracy?
Therefore, a grand celebration that involved all the worlds, regardless of race, good or evil, was about to begin …
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